Lament
How can a serious poet be accepted by those erudites who’ve reached an apogee in heights and are much wiser than is he?
If learnéd I was as some folks, my words would please, but woe-alas, to scrutinizers they don’t pass, becoming risible, quizzical jokes.
My situation is quite grim. I’ve truly tried and studied hard along this road to be a bard but still my prominence stays dim.
A whiskered wizard I remain with pen in hand to join the game in search of promiscuity and fame and overall, not go insane.
edit changed verse order switching 1 & 2
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